For the second time on this eventful day he places his right hand above his left and gripping to his saber handle with everything he has, rests the hilt at his belly, and points the blade skyward.

*Pointe One defensive stance*

He slashes forward with his saber, sculpting an engraving within the belly of the beast carving a niche right on through to the other side.

*Split in two, and with its forward trajectory halted, the object falls to its inevitable place resting on either side behind him.*

*Silence fills the air now, with the suspense at an all-time high*

He strikes a pose to mirror that of his original one.

*Pointe One defensive stance*

Dodging and weaving he resumes the process with each object plummeting as did the last, with that of the final debris striking him slightly just above the chin, he falters momentarily but begins to relax his grip on the lightsaber and stand at the ready.

For the final object he stands positioning himself to where his legs are in their required locations as specified by his Mentor earlier, and he firmly grasps the hilt of his lightsaber and brings it down at his side.

Rotating his wrist, whilst keeping it in a relaxed position he arranges his saber in its diagonal placement, and with this slices at the final object.

He reacts sheepishly, "Thanks Mentor Sistros, but I kinda got rattled by a fragment there earlier."

"If we are to strive for excellence, then I cannot settle for mediocrity ever again," he shakes his head sluggishly and walks off alone, to further contemplate the events that have transpired thus far.